The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Shawn's POV:

The ceremony was about to begin. I was dressed expensively and looked over at the busy werewolves. I was in a great mood. The feeling of power and status exhilarated me.

While I crossed my legs and hummed a song, Mateo appeared in clothes that looked more exquisite and luxurious than mine. He swaggered towards me, surrounded by his several attendants.

My heart sank instantly. This old man was just a Gamma, but today he looked and acted like he was much more than that. People who came to this event clueless might even think that he was the one who was taking the Alpha position.

"Stop slouching." Mateo looked at me in disdain.

I got up and stood up straight.

"Good day."

Never forget who helped keep our pack alive and prosperous, and of course who gave you the chance to become an Alpha today." There was a lot of meaning

I smiled. But deep inside, my heart was disgusted. The Alpha position was always supposed to be mine in the first place.

think of playing any tricks. I am watching you." Mateo

politely, keeping this scene as

couldn't hold in my anger anymore and

take me seriously. If that was what he thought, then I would show him that this "puppet" could fight back too At this moment, my subordinate carefully came

down in a chair and huffed

have successfully caught Sylvia," he reported to me in a

work." I said excitedly. "Now strip Sylvia naked and leave

was a lowly slave, Sylvia was still a beautiful girl. Giving her as a gift to the prince would not only give him a good impression of me, but that damn she-wolf would also learn her lesson. Imagining this plan in my head was enough to put me in a

must be a wonderful experience." The subordinate smiled obscenely, but was careful not to maintain eye contact with me. "You idiot! Why would I give the prince a used gift? Do you want to die?" I slapped the back of his head. Although, I had to admit I was a little worried. What if the prince did to Sylvia what he did to that slave gir before and tortured

Rufus is here." The subordinate gently tapped my arm, jolting me out of my

saw the man himself, Prince Rufus Duncan, at the entrance of the banquet hall. He wore a silver suit, most likely customized to fit him perfectly. His facial